I decided that I would go to P’town yesterday. Having lived there I know that Saturday following the fourth is the day of transition between two very different sets of gay men. The circuit crew was here since last Sat for P’town’s legendary 4th week and would be departing just in time to cross paths with bears coming in for Bear Week.

For those of you a little lost, a bear by definition in the gay world is the kind of guy that doesn’t necessarily fit the stereotype of your typical gay male. They are usually hairy, stocky and like to drink unlike their circuit brothers who are closely manicured and usually sip on water all week. Anyhow, I chose this time deliberately because the circuit crowd would be a bit more than I care to handle these days. Don’t get me wrong, I still like to hang with those boys, but not on my home turf. I would much rather partake of that when I have a hotel room and a departing plane ticket.

I also find the bears much easier to deal with. They are not so concerned with how they look to themselves or other people and that allows them to open up and fully enjoy themselves. Unlike the standard gay clones that rarely venture far from the herd, bears are not afraid to say a simple eye contacted “Hello!” Confidence and an outgoing personality are so much sexier to me than a six pack and a pretty bum.

All I needed was the day yesterday to enjoy and feel like it was time well spent. Plus, I needed to get the first batch of my newly resized T-shirts to Ruff Ryder for sale. My day was spent hanging on the beach in front of my house and strolling up and down the main drag, Commercial St. Walking among this new crowd I myself felt more confident and at ease. Their attitude is impossible not to taste, the confidence exudes and is easily taken in. All good things must come to an end as I needed to get back today to get myself ready for my work week. I have a very good friend and his partner coming in from LA to P’town and staying at my place come Tues for a week. This is the man that took me in my first summer and that I lived with that summer and my next. We also spent the winter together between those two summers in South Beach. Needless to say I owe the man. I am totally stoked to be seeing him this Thurs for the weekend in our “hometown” where it all began.

My camera that Billy gave me is starting to show signs of decay. It took me several tries to power it on and a couple more to get the display screen to come up. I have been eyeing this cute little pocket sized Cannon and I think that this will be my new best friend. Boy Wonder is going to love it. I managed to get a couple shots of the view from my beach for the entry today and you all can expect to start “seeing more” on here very soon.

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